#x | v. and i’ve been putting out the fire with gasoline ( HISTORIC FIFTEEN. )

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There wasn't anything about her that stated she was looking for services he could provide, but in these days, was there ever? Her smile was tight, forced, as she looked upon Hamza, taking him in from his crown to the tip of her toes, she took a moment to breathe. Their mutual friend had said he would be here, arranged the meeting, and as she stood on the opposite side of the chain-link fence, she was glad for it. He appeared capable at the very least.

"You are here to meet someone," she asked softly, wanting to confirm that it was indeed him. "Someone who needs something from you, yes?."

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Another sad story in the paper. Another headline meant to strike fear. Another handful of lies. Sighing, Fox folded up the newspaper and set it on the table. Smoothing her hand over the creases, leaving her hands dirtied by ink. Causing her to leave fingerprints on the teacup she brought to her lips to sip from.

"We're all just trying to make it through the day," she announced to Hendrick. "Must they insist on filling these pages with such fearmongering propaganda?" A word like a curse that had the young woman behind the counter glancing their way.

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Frowning, Fox eyed the newcomers with suspicion. She did not like how they looked back, gazes sharp in a way that she knew they were thinking. Could practically see the gears turning, not with worry, but something else. With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the one who spoke. Listening intently. It would be much easier if they did not need to hide, to speak in riddles and second-guess every word. There was no safe place, it seemed. The vast world, it was shrinking.

I have eyes, but I can't see. I live in the dark until you need me. What am I?

Fox chewed on the riddle, not breaking eye-contact. What lived in the dark that was needed and further more, had eyes, but could not see? It could not be an animal, some creature that dwelled underground, for what need would she have? Slowly, a smile began to curve the corners of her lips as the answer came to her.

"A potato," she answered. The thought of food made her stomach tight. "Have I solved your riddle or do you required more before we may speak plainly?"

Hamza was never short of work. Given that he went where most didn't. There was a killing to be had, moving items that were a bit too hot to be out in the open. In the lands he found himself, there were many buyers looking for goods. Goods that the pesky establishment didn't want in their hands. This was no different, even as the atmosphere was bearing down against those who lingered around. Hamza, however, was ever the cool figure. He meets the woman with a more impish smile of his own. Scanning her from tip to toe. She seems to match the description of the client of their mutual friend. He wondered more. "Well that depends, miss. I meet a lot of people who need something from me. Question is, are you as you say you are? Someone who needs what I offer? Perhaps you can indulge in a riddle perhaps." It was in that moment that two other men stood not far from Hamza. The men, imposing in stature. Eyes observant, expressions molded in obsidian. Stature rigid as they keep a close eye on Fox. Hamza had a bit of a playful stride. Proceeding to pace himself. "I have eyes but I can't see.i live in the dark until you need me. What am I?"